Britney is just straight crazy.

In high school I found it not strange that boys liked Britney Spears. She had a hot bod and claimed to be "not that innocent". Christina Agularia on the other hand I thought was straight trash. She dressed trashy, trashy makeup and trashy hair, you get it.

At what point did the lady musical sensations get together and decide to swap futures?

Christina has come to be one of the most respected female artists in pop music today while Britney has two kids in two years, gets divorced from her redneck wanna-be boyfriend, checks in and out of rehab in just 24 hours capped with a trip to the beauty parlor to shave all her hair and the tat parlour to put some ink on that skin.

(takes deep breath in, sighs in shame)

sweet jesus britney pull yourself together!

Bela is my Valentine, Fight Resumes.

Long time no post...but seeing as Matt and possibly Davis are the only ones reading this I'll digress...
While I swear off relationships and children, I find myself tied down to a 45 lb muddy, whiny, selfish fur-ball. Recently a co-worker posted a flyer to give away his cats. He loves the cats dearly but his two-year-old recently developed an allergy and he has no choice but to find a new home for them.
I have often asked myself: what will I do if I fall in love with a man who doesn't like dogs, or worse, is allergic? What if my future children are allergic? The first answer is simple: that would never happen. The second makes me want to start believing in god so I can pray it won't.
Slate covered this topic in a recent article that was a bit too surface level for my tastes so I Google'd deeper and found that 75% of random about.com readers agree with me.
"You can talk to them and they don't talk back, they don't criticize, and they're happy to see you no matter what." (here)

In completely unrelated news this sex muffin has a "Fight Resume". God I love the internet.

G-Dog

A skeptical child, I never fell for the Groundhog day myth in theory, but to this day I enjoy pretending like I believe. A benefit of of living in Pittsburgh is the proximity of Punxsutawney. While a rodent in Western PA predicting the ebb and flow of the impending season is all-together absurd for a resident of California, in Pittsburgh, eh, maybe it could be real...it is local after all.
This year Phil says early spring. That might be likely out East where snowfall has been limited and lackluster, but out here in the great state of Colorado thinking about spring is like dreaming it's Friday then waking up to Monday. Another few inches were dumped on us last night followed by the ever-fun high winds and sharp temperature drop. Winter indeed has us by the proverbial balls. I vote we get our own Pueblo Prarie Dog.
Here is a poem written by Phil:

El Nino has caused high winds, heavy snow, ice and freezing temperatures in the west. Here in the East with much mild winter weather we have been blessed.
Global warming has caused a great debate. This mild winter makes it seem just great.
On this Groundhog Day we think of one thing. Will we have winter or will we have spring?
On Gobbler's Knob I see no shadow today. I predict that early spring is on the way.